Tuesday, September 16, 2014

The Sun

I watch her rise above the moon 
With precious warmth so bright, 
That golden lady robed in light 
With flames' surrounding flight 
She stoops to kiss the earth so round. 
The leaves with dew so wet 
Do shimmer in her light 
She looks to Him who did beget 
Her feet dare tread the softest earth, 
Those feet that light the way. 
Her burning flames that light the world 
All man can do is pray.